"Without you, the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats...Life goes on, but I'm gone 'cause I die without you."

-Mimi Marquez
("Without You," RENT)

This is me and Wendy in nursery school. I remember when we had this big argument about who was older and whether three or four was bigger.

Isn't she pretty? This was Wendy when we were thirteen or fourteen...something like that. What you don't see is the abundance of Nelson posters on my wall.

Oh, being beautiful is such a chore. Wendy and I tried our hand at being models for popular beauty aids, but it was such a hassle...people always asking for autographs and whatnot.

Okay, so maybe we were a little too old to go sitting on Santa's lap, but he didn't seem to mind.

Ah, Maine! We've had many self-taken portraits, but I like this one a whole real lot. We were camping in Ogunquit, Maine, tourist capitol of the world when we took this shot. We got much sun.

4-H Camp, a bond we share. We match. We wear hats. We play games with the kids.